Fred: One-nine, nine-nine (what, yeah!)Gotta get a grip, c'mon, what's this fuckin' world coming to?Run for shelter, helter skelter.It's too bad, before too long, there'll be no songs.No break of dawn, it'll all be gone,'Cause Mrs. Mother Nature, she's grown to hate ya.It's the apocalypse kid, a little karma for all that you did.You want to know where we're heading? Armageddon!